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I was a 15 year old kid, excited about going to my first promenade, but the only trouble was, I didn't do it how to trip the light fantastic toe. I had asked Denise, a girl that I had flirted with all year to go, and she said yes ! I had saved up enough money from my theme route for a tux, and a limo, and now the dancing outcome was going to bankrupt it all. My mom said her friend JoAnn was a dance instructor, and that maybe if I asked her, she would instruct me. I was so shy. It took me 10 attempts to finally press the last digit on the telephony to call Denise and ask her to the prom. I couldn't ask my mother's friend. I begged my mom to ask her, and after mean solar day of nagging her, she finally relented. She set up a time for JoAnn to come to the house, and learn me to dance. It was going to be Thursday afternoon at 4:30 in the good afternoon, and I couldn't have been more nervous and excited.

Thursday came, and when I got home from school, I could feel the butterfly in my belly beginning to form. I played baseball, and most other sports. athlete didn't dancing. So I was torn between betraying my perceived manhood, and having my friends laugh at me, so I told nobody. I didn't William Tell Denise, because I didn't want to create unrealistic expectations. better to surprise her I thought. The buzzer rang, and I could see JoAnne through the thickset trash. I guess I should enjoin you about JoAnn.

JoAnne was in her mid 30's, married, had 2 Whitney Moore Young Jr. children, 4 and 2. My family had met her family the summertime before on a camping trip with some other household that we used to tent with. She was the sister of one of the woman whose class came camping during the summertime with us on a unconstipated groundwork. My mom and JoAnn became very proficient friends. I remember being on the camping trip and being blown away by her beauty and hot body ! She had red pilus down to her great ass, immense teat, and she loved showing her body off, especially at the camping ground syndicate. Wearing a skimpy bikini, that accentuated her cleavage, she drove all the men crazy. I even caught my dad looking at her tit. I just laughed to myself. Joann was probably 10 years younger than the other char there, and she just seemed so cool in so many ways. Not like most of my mom's friends. Believe me when I say I spent many times picturing her in that lean bikini while I jerked off thinking about her bare body underneath leading up to this day. That was one of the reasons I was also nervous. I knew that for JoAnne to teach me to dance, we would have to touch, and all I could recollect about was not being capable to control my putz and getting a hard on. Boy, would that be embarrassing !

wellspring, I opened the door, and there was JoAnne. Looking hot as ever, dressed in a low cut V-neck top which accentuated her cleavage, and a silk, flowing dame, to her knee, she said,"Hi Freddy, so are you ready to learn how to trip the light fantastic toe ?"I thanked her for offering to teach me how to dance, and I told her that I was excited. She said,"I can't think how grandiloquent you've gotten since last summer. You are growing up to be such a handsome man. Your date is one lucky miss to have you as a date ! I blushed. She told me that before we get started, we should come up with a plan. So we sat down, and we talked. This was the belatedly 70's and Disco, Donna Summer, Saturday Night Fever and the Bee g-force were all pop at the time. She told me that she wanted to teach me the flimflam, and that with that dance, we could adapt early saltation as well. She said the hustle was the most pop current terpsichore, and that would be the one to hit me count like a good professional dancer. She also asked me if I knew how to slow dance. I told her not really. She said it was important to be a good tardily social dancer because most girls dream about slow dancing at their Prom. She asked me if I was just friends with Denise, or if we were young man and girlfriend."No, I have never had a girlfriend ”, I told her. She said that after she got done teaching me how to dance, that I could have Denise, or any other miss I wanted because lady friend loved a guy who was a just dancer. When I teach you how to move your rose hip, and how to control a girl's motion on the saltation floor, they will be so hot for you ; you will have got mountain of girlfriends. She said that a good male dancer was the dear aphrodisiac. If I knew how to move my hips, my body, in a strong & sensual way, & how to extend a woman on the dance floor, I could pen my own ticket with any woman I wanted. She said she was going to teach me adequate to be able to do that.

Uh-oh, I was very charge up, but in Thomas More manner than one. I felt some drive in my knickers. This was not going to be in effect. JoAnne told me that if I wanted, that we could do another lesson, Just with Denise and I, so that we would really face good on the dance trading floor, but that I really didn't need it. If I listened to her and followed her instructions to the letter of the alphabet, then I would learn how to contain our movements, the site on the dance floor, and whatever young lady I was dancing with, would just abide by my lead story. I was one-half hearing to her, trying to think about baseball, because I wanted the swelling to go down in my pants, before I had to stand up. Success, I got it to go down ! Just in time because JoAnn grabbed my deal, and said,"Let's make you a big dancer."

We started with basic movements, mostly in the feet. I was very stringent, and she was trying to get me to loosen up. She grabbed my hips, and started moving them this way and that. She controlled my pelvis, and told me this was the movement that made great dancers and lover. She took my hand, and started twirling me, showing me what the movement of the hustle were. The music was blaring, the pulsation was throbbing, and that wasn't the exclusively thing that began to throb. I was touching this hot woman, and I couldn't control it. shit, I had to think about baseball a lot to preserve my heavy on from becoming obvious. Just then, my mom yelled out,"I have to engage your pal and Sister to the Dentist ; I will be back in about 2 hours."I saw a big smiling come over JoAnne's human face. I wasn't certainly why. The doorway slammed, and JoAnn said,"Ok, let's Teach you how to slow dancing !

She had me stand up, and taught me proper dance posture. She put her custody on my hips and taught me how to properly actuate them. Then she put her articulatio coxae against mine, and began to teach me how to lead my pardner body and pelvic arch into any position I wanted, depending on what dance I was doing. OMG, being tightlipped to her, touching her, and smelling her Delicious scent was driving me loony. I was getting hard and the bulge in my trouser was becoming obvious. I know she noticed it, and was enjoying teasing me.

Joanne smirked and I saw a mischievous twinkle in her eye. As soon as she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Joanne continued the example. She told me to root for her by the handwriting, and twirl her so that her coxa and groin were now touching mine. When I did this, she immediately felt my vast hard-on. She smiled, grabbed a delay of the bulge in my pants, & said, `` my, my, Freddy, what do we have here. '' I was so chagrined, I just wanted to die. Joanne was amazing. She told me that it was perfectly normal for a guy to get excited and a hard on while dancing. She said just as significant as it was to moderate my organic structure apparent movement while dancing, it was just as crucial to command my hard-on. Joanne knew that if she was ever going to get a successful lesson & instruct me how to dance in one lesson, something would have to be done.

Joanne bent down, unzipped my pants and freed my hard on from the constraint it had been under while we were dancing. She grabbed my punishing cock with her bridge player, and long fingerbreadth nails, and started stroking it. She used my pre-cum as lubricant to stroke it light. I could n't trust what was happening. As she continued stroking up and down on my firmly shaft, she flicked her spit at the head of my penis. Wow, this was my first blow job ever, and it was being performed to perfection by this hot honest-to-god cleaning lady. She put the length of my cock in her velvet mouth, and I watched amazed as it appeared and disappeared. Both of my header were spinning, and making me dizzy with ecstasy.

JoAnne sucked, licked & teased my balls for ten minutes, and just when I was about to explode, she looked at me and said, `` Do n't ! '' Ever the instructor, Joann told me sex was just like dancing, and that I needed to learn how to be in ascendance and take control in the moment. That allowed me to recover my composure. JoAnn told me to take control of this situation, and jumper cable. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into me, looked into her eyes, and started kissing her passionately. My knife darted and played with hers, and I lifted her shirt over her head, and unhooked her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, in all their all natural looker. I moved my tongue down to her pap, and began using my tongue to tease and titillate her. As she was moaning, I lowered her skirt to the trading floor, and put my handwriting over her panty. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My finger's breadth absorbed her wetness and I put my finger in my mouth to try her. Mmm, I just had to taste her honey for substantial with my lingua. I leaned her back on the lounge, removed her panty, and put my mouth on her pussy. It was the unfermented smelling cunt. My Friend always told me that snatch smelled like Pisces the Fishes, but this was cipher like that. I gave her pussycat a serious clapper flogging, then put my fingerbreadth inside her, and continued licking and sucking her clit. She was now the one who was losing control. Her stage were shaking, her body bucking, and the riot were aloud and intense. She screamed dancing with me and Fuck me.

I really wasn't sure what she meant, but I figured I would convey the lead story, and see what happened. I stood up, and pulled her up against me. I rubbed the head of my cock against her. We did that for a while, and then I lifted her up, inserted my cock inside her waiting pussy, and continued to trip the light fantastic toe and move my pelvic girdle. That's it Freddy, engage mastery, always dance like your fucking and fuck like your dancing, and you will never, ever get a complaint. Follow the music. ramp up a rhythm that matches the music."She said that is why she loves to screw with music in the ground,"just let the front and music guide the lovemaking."
After she came again, she said now for the big finish. She said, it is kind of like the Dip."The Dip puts an exclamation point on a great operation, just like an orgasm does the same. Put your exclaiming point on your performance Freddy !"And with that, I let out a guttural consonant shrieking and released the enceinte lode of cum I ever had, all over her body. It seemed like my orgasm and interjection went on forever. She rubbed all of my lovemaking cream all over her body, and we sat together, not saying a Word. Then she said,"OK, let's get dressed and finish the ado. We got dressed, and my lessons blurred into one, for the rest of the afternoon, but it all seemed to fit together. Just as we were finishing, my mom and sidekick and sister came back. My mom walked in and asked how the object lesson went. JoAnn said,"I couldn't have had a better student. As a matter of fact, I think he has some very talent, and I would wish to work with him and give him to a greater extent moral, because I think he has some genuine potential !"If he would like, I have some free metre tomorrow good afternoon, because my kids have a birthday company, and I would know to continue the lesson. She gave me a big blink, and I knew then, that I wanted to be the ripe dancer in the world !
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